Visitors to the Ce-Ment Pond: The Poetry of Birds

Last year, my wife decided she wanted a bird bath in the kitchen garden. She found one she liked, of concrete construction and simple in design. Our two sons helped move the bowl and pedestal from the car to the garden. It looks light – deceptively light; I can barely manage to empty the bowl when I clean it. 

I named it “the ce-ment pond,” in honor of one of my favorite childhood television shows, The Beverly Hillbillies. It has become an avian gathering place, a community center, a source of water in the St. Louis summer heat, and a communal bathtub. 

 

It’s also a source of discord. The birds fight over it.

To continue reading, please see my post today at Tweetspeak Poetry.

Some Thursday Readings

 

Constantine Cavafy: The Making of a Poet – Gregory Jusdanis and Peter Jeffreys at Literary Hub.

 

Spring Thaw – poem by Maureen Doallas at Writing Without Paper.

 

“A Farewell,” poem by Charles Kingsley – Joseph Bottum at Poems Ancient and Modern.

 

The Dinners of Old London – Spitalfields Life.